I'm glad we met

shaking in the season of farewells
a fleeting flower
everyone is walking while looking for
the same warm wind
encounters flow with the sky
under the misty clouds
just like the overlapping hands of the clock
it's slowly going around

if you are the hour hand
then I am the minute hand
while we show the same time
we pass each other countless times but we will meet again
even if our pace is different
if the future we see is the same
it is all right we can start
from the same place again

if the hour hand stops
the minute hand will stop
sharing the same pain
will suddenly turn to joy
everyone will only have one moment, one second, one time
which cannot be rewound
living without hesitation
searching for that encounter
that one person can say that one moment, one second
i am glad we met.